Night.
Jerry lay on the soft bed in his dormitory, lost in thought about what had happened that evening.
Ever since he returned from Catherine's Private Lounge, Jerry had been wondering whether Dumbledore knew about his identity among the Apostles.
Jerry doubted he did. Otherwise, Dumbledore would never have allowed him to infiltrate the Apostles Organization.
Whether Grindelwald knew about Jerry's identity among the Apostles was harder to figure out.
If Grindelwald didn't know, there was no problem.
But if he did, things would get interesting.
Thirty thousand Apostles. That was enough not only to overthrow the British Ministry of Magic, but perhaps even to unite Europe's Wizarding World!
Then restoring Grindelwald to his former glory would be their sacred duty!
To Dumbledore, Jerry was an ally infiltrating the Apostles Organization. To the Apostles, he was the newly awakened Dark Lord, lying low at Dumbledore's side for the time being.
Ah. Jerry admitted he was a decent actor, but switching back and forth between those roles was no easy task.
My life has barely begun. How am I already walking on thin ice? Jerry couldn't help lamenting.
Early the next morning, Jerry arrived at the Hogwarts Great Hall and spotted Harry, who still looked a little drained.
"Harry, you're up early today! Did you go to the Restricted Section again last night? Didn't I tell you about the Philosopher's Stone yesterday?"
Harry shook his head. "I only found out last night that Snape is refereeing the next Quidditch Match!"
"Really? Congratulations!"
Ignoring Jerry's teasing, Harry sat down and continued to brood.
Looking at Harry, Jerry suddenly remembered what Catherine had said the night before. Could he bear some responsibility for Harry's parents' deaths? After all, the Apostles now seemed to be his lackeys!
Ah, what a mess!
Before long,